an old man almost made me cry at work today.
i didn't cry though. instead i calmly spoke to him the same way i speak to children then walked in the back and threw a box of shoes as hard as i could at the wall and i felt better instantly.
working at dick's makes me a violent person. i wonder if they will pay for therapy?
and i wish people would stop acting like the paparazzi and get off my back about things.
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